Title: Wrapped around My Finger

Rating: PG-15 (For suggestive themes?)

Word count: 522

Summary: Minho doesn’t think Jonghyun’s all that y.

Minho’s been sprawled on the couch, watching a stupid drama and even stupider commercials (if he has to watch that Ottogi Noodle Snacks Commercial one more time, he’s sure he’ll break the flat screen), for approximately three hours now. It’s not because he’s being lazy (really, it isn’t), but it’s his first off day in a while and he has no idea what to do with himself.

That is, until Jonghyun (who’s been cooping himself up in their bedroom for far too long to pass off as inconspicuous) decides to make an entrance. It’s not that he’s being especially flamboyant or eccentric about it, no, it’s what he’s wearing, his looks that has Minho doing a double take.

Minho trails his eyes up from the knee-high black stockings, over the expanse of tan skin that is Jonghyun’s thighs, the navy, too-big dress shirt (Minho’s sure it’s his) that cuts off dangerously high up on his thighs. All but three buttons are undone, showing off Jonghyun’s collarbones and his delicious neck teasingly. His hair is styled in a y mess, some of it hanging just above his intense, kohl-rimmed eyes, teeth sunk into his bottom lip.

Minho blinks. “What are you doing?” he asks.

That seems to make Jonghyun waver for a moment before he regains his confidence, trying to keep a sensual exterior. It’s not very effective. “Oh, don’t mind me. I was just going to get something, just continue doing whatever you were doing.”

Then he wanders to the kitchen in what Minho thinks is supposed to be a y manner. He almost thinks cringes at how pathetic and poorly planned this is. But then again, Jonghyun has always been more of a spur-of-the-moment person, so he’ll lay off him.

From this position, Minho has a clear view of the kitchen and he watches as Jonghyun, back turned, opens a cupboard and reaches up. The motion has the already-revealing shirt riding up even more and Minho gulps because if Jonghyun stretches just an inch more, he would be able to see the outline of Jonghyun’s .

Minho can’t see any hint of underwear.

He gulps again.

“Ah, here you are,” Jonghyun says, after a questionably long time of rummaging through the cupboard, and stares too enthusiastically at, ironically, a pack of Ottogi Noodle Snacks (which is ridiculous because Jonghyun hasn’t touched noodles in years). He then turns to Minho with a smug look, eyes framed by black staring up from underneath the hair that makes up his fringe, and utters, “I’m going to take these, okay?” in a too-innocent manner (a dead giveaway).

Minho, for some reason, can only nod and stare at him as he trudges back to the bedroom with a very complacent mien. He doesn’t even understand what Jonghyun’s being so smug about because honestly, Minho would rate the whole ordeal very low on the y parameter.

It then takes Minho all of five seconds of staring at the door, dumbfounded, before he leaps up from the couch and stumbles his way to the bedroom (and no, he did certainly not trip on thin air on the way).

A/N: Yay, I have more useless crap to tell! Just in your luck.

Okay so this is how I imagine Jonghyun's appearance (just with his hair dyed white, of course).

(God, stop being so hot.)

So anyway, I felt sorry for Jonghyun being on the receiving end in the last two drabbles, so I wanted him to find a sense of redemption and thus this was born. Also, crappy title is crappy. Also horribly unedited. And I imagine the Ottogi Noodle Snacks Commercial to be the old one SHINee did (because it's ridiculously hilarious). And you should go see this, too, because omg these boys.

Also! I think I'm gonna start taking prompts, but I'll post more details about it in the foreword ^^.

On a random note, I just realized today I have a playlist (this is excluding all my Asian music) that’s currently 12 hours and 34 minutes and there’s still a long way to go. Like, at least double the amount of songs. Idek anymore, sorry.

Okay I'm outta here.

Latest edit: June 22^nd, 2016